Fairy Tale Romance Collection

by Melanie Dickerson

  The stable master stomped toward Colin and shoved his shoulder. “Answer me, frog boy.”

  Colin ceased his search and stared back at the stable master.

  “He doesn’t understand you,” Margaretha offered.

  “Oh, he understands.” The stable master, Dieter, shoved Colin’s shoulder again. “He understands he put you in danger by letting you ride that horse.”

  Margaretha stepped forward. “Please. I beg you not to punish him. It was not his fault. I forced him to saddle the stallion for me. He tried to tell me not to ride him, that he was dangerous, but I refused to listen.”

  Margaretha translated for Colin into English. “He is blaming you for me riding the stallion, but I am telling him it was my fault.” Then she turned back to Dieter. “I’m sorry. I realize I put myself in danger by trying to ride him. It won’t happen again, you have my word, but please don’t blame this man. He tried to save me and would have risked his life.”

  “As well he should.” He made a gruff sound in his throat as he shot a scornful look at Colin.

  Margaretha watched Dieter grab the black stallion’s reins. Surprisingly, the animal didn’t resist him, and he took the horse with him as he stomped toward the stable.

  “Thank you,” Colin said quietly. “I’m sure you must have talked him out of sending me to feed pigs or empty chamber pots.”

  “It was my fault I was nearly killed, not yours.” But why had Dieter called him ‘frog boy’?

  Margaretha’s cheeks burned as she realized his nickname was her fault too. No doubt, the first time Dieter had seen Colin, he had been wearing the ugly green-speckled clothing Frau Lena had given him. She had promised to bring Colin some better clothes, something of her brother’s, and she had failed to keep her word. The fact that he had gone back to looking for her bracelet made her feel even worse.

  Margaretha started searching again too, imagining the look on her mother’s face when she told her she had lost the gem-encrusted heirloom, the only piece of jewelry that her mother had ever entrusted to her. Her sins were mounting. She had not kept her word to Colin, and now she had lost a valuable bracelet that was significant to her family.

  They searched near the well, all around it, and then continued on toward the stable. As she was staring down at the ground, Colin rushed up close to her.

  “I thought I saw something. It was only a feather.” He sighed and shook his head.

  As he went back to searching, she noticed again how he seemed to have regained his strength and was no longer pale. He still had a few bruises visible on his face, but they were fading, and his thick hair completely covered the stitched-up wound on his head. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time. Now he appeared as he must have been before the attack — not pitiable and weak and raving mad, but strong and handsome and determined. He had said he was the son of a wealthy lord back in England, and she had no reason not to believe him. Perhaps she shouldn’t treat him so much like a servant.

  “Thank you for trying to help me.”

  He looked up at her with raised eyebrows.

  “When you told me to jump and you would catch me.”

  “Oh. Of course.”

  “And I am sorry for not coming back to the healer’s chambers to visit you. I thought about you a lot and prayed for you.”

  “You thought I was addled.” There was no anger in his tone. “That the blow to the head had brought on madness. It’s understandable. Besides, you are the daughter of Duke Wilhelm. Your family would not have thought it prudent for you to befriend someone like me who could have been a beggar, a ruffian, anything.”

  “Frau Lena thought my presence made you anxious. She said perhaps I shouldn’t visit you anymore. But I am ashamed that I did not come back to see if you needed me to translate for you.”

  “The priest came and helped me, so I was not completely alone.” He gave her a crooked smile, making his right eye squint.

  “I didn’t think about the priest. I am glad he came and helped.”

  She couldn’t be sure, but she thought he rolled his eyes again before going back to searching the ground. He was entitled to a bit of resentment, but she wouldn’t let him get away with too much insolence.

  They searched all the way to the stable, keeping her left arm close to her side and trying not to move it, and still she did not find the bracelet. “I need some more water.”

  She walked back toward the well. She dropped the bucket over the side and it splashed into the water below. When she reached with her good arm to pull it back up, Colin drew near and peered into the well.

  “Halt!” He grabbed her arm.

  She stopped pulling on the rope, leaving the bucket of water dangling, and leaned over to see what he was staring at. Something sparkled, caught on a stone that jutted out slightly a few feet down into the well. “My bracelet! You found it! It must have slipped off my wrist.”

  “Yes, but now we have to get it out without sending it into the water below. Careful.” He took the rope from her, and the front part of his shoulder inadvertently brushed against the back of her shoulder, as he slowly and carefully pulled the rope. The windlass creaked as the bucket rose. He continued to pull, making sure the bucket didn’t sway and hit the bracelet and knock it off its precarious perch.

  The slight brush of his shoulder against hers made her feel strangely warm.

  “How will we ever get it out?” Her voice was a raspy whisper, as if talking might cause the bucket to bump the bracelet into the deep well below.

  “I will go see who I can find to help.” Colin hurried toward the stable. Soon he reappeared with the scowling stable master Dieter and stable boy Fritz as he led them up the slight hill to the well.

  “What does he want?” the stable master asked Margaretha.

  “He wants you to help me get my bracelet out.” She pointed down into the well. “It must have come loose and fallen off my wrist when I took a drink.”

  “Will you translate for me?” Colin asked her in his smooth English accent.

  “Of course.”

  “Tell them to each grab one of my feet and lower me down far enough that I can reach the bracelet.”

  “Oh, that sounds dangerous — ”

  Before she could say anything else, he hefted himself up onto the top of the well’s wall on his stomach and teetered on the edge.

  Quickly, she yelled, “Grab his feet!”

  Dieter and Fritz lunged forward, grabbing Colin’s legs. They hugged his ankles as they lowered him head first into the well.

  Margaretha held her breath as he inched closer to where the bracelet dangled. If he didn’t grab it carefully it could easily fall, sinking to a watery grave, and then they’d never find it. But the thought of Colin himself plunging head first into the narrow well was what made her heart pound against her chest and her stomach turn in circles.

  She shook her head and blinked hard to get the image out of her mind.

  He was almost close enough to reach the bracelet. “Just a little more,” he said, his voice echoing back at them.

  Fritz and Dieter looked grim as they clutched Colin’s ankles.

  He reached out with his right hand, and Margaretha closed her eyes, too afraid to watch.

  “I got it!”

  The two men slowly pulled Colin up until his stomach was resting on the top of the wall. He pushed himself up using his elbows, then held out the bracelet to Margaretha.

  “Thank you.” Margaretha cupped the bracelet in her hands. It wasn’t even broken — all the jewels were still in place, but it had come unclasped.

  She stared up into Colin’s dark blue eyes. “I truly do want to thank you. You risked your life to help me, and then you risked it again to get my bracelet.”

  One side of his mouth crooked upward. “My father says I’m reckless and impulsive — like my grandfather.”

  “Your grandfather?” she prompted.

  “My grandfather once threw himself in front of a wolf that w
as attacking a servant girl.”

  “Oh! Was he killed?”

  “No, but he lost an eye and was never able to use his left hand again.”

  “I hope nothing like that ever happens to you.”

  Colin’s lip curled as he stared down at her. He chuckled, then laughed, throwing his head back and pressing his hand to his chest. It was a pleasant sound.

  “What are you laughing about?”

  He shook his head. “No, nothing like that has ever happened to me. I flew off in a fury, following after the man who killed my sister’s best friend. I was attacked and left for dead, carted to Hagenheim Castle by a potter and his apprentice, and was saved from death only by the kindness of strangers.”

  Margaretha couldn’t help smiling, and marveled again at how much better he looked with clean hair, a shave, and color in his cheeks. “I can see that you are like your grandfather. But I thought English lords were proud people who would never risk their lives for a maidservant, a woman outside their own class — ” With an intake of breath, she covered her mouth. “Forgive me. I don’t mean to offend you.”

  “You are quite right. English lords are a proud bunch, and it was a strange thing my grandfather did. But he was not a lord at the time. He was merely the second son, and he is not your average English lord. His nature was passionate and impulsive . . . like mine. My parents were right.” He raised his brows and shook his head. “I’ve always wanted to right wrongs and protect damsels, just like my grandfather.”

  The look on his face reminded Margaretha of her father. “Righting wrongs and protecting damsels is good.”

  “But not the kind of activities expected of me. My father says I should be pursuing an advantageous marriage, and planning how to expand my holdings and secure the ones I have.”

  “Those things do not appeal to you?”

  He shrugged. “It is my duty, and when I return, I will not shirk it.” He reached above his head to take down the ladle for the water bucket. He handed it to her, and she used it to take a long drink from the bucket.

  “I always love the way water tastes right out of the well. Once it’s been transferred to earthen pots and pitchers, it seems to lose its fresh taste.” She handed the ladle to Colin and he dipped it into the bucket and took a drink as well.

  “This water is very good.”

  The stable master had reached the stable and turned back to yell, “Get to work!”

  “He will be there soon,” she called pleasantly but firmly to the stable master, who gave her a curt nod and disappeared into the stable.

  “How is your shoulder? Better, I hope.”

  Margaretha tested it, moving her shoulder and arm around. “Only a little sore. I’ve escaped unscathed, it seems.”

  He smiled and shook his head. “I should get back to work.”

  “Wait.” She touched his arm, which was warm, his muscle reassuringly solid. A shiver traveled through her fingers.

  He was giving her his full attention.

  “I . . . I want to do something for you, since you helped me so selflessly.” When he didn’t say anything, she went on. “You said you needed me to spy for you, to listen to Lord Claybrook’s conversations with his captain of the guard.”

  “No, it’s too dangerous. You’re too much of a . . . flibbertigibbet.” He mumbled the last word, which sounded like gibberish, not English.

  “A flibberty what? Is that an English word?”

  He frowned and shook his head. “Never mind.”

  “No, I want to know what you said. I want to learn it if it’s an English word.”

  “It’s not a well-known English word.”

  “What does it mean?”

  He looked away, not meeting her eyes. “Oh, it means . . . someone who wouldn’t make a very good spy.”

  “You have a word in your language that means ‘a person who wouldn’t make a good spy’?”

  He frowned again, but his look was pensive.

  “But if I spied on him, it would help you to know his plans. My spying on Lord Claybrook would return the favor you did for me, wouldn’t it?”

  “You are a courageous girl, Lady Margaretha, but I cannot have you putting yourself in danger. I’ve just witnessed you almost get killed by a horse, and I don’t want to be responsible for something worse happening to you.”

  “You helped me and now I will help you.”

  “No. Thank you for offering, but I don’t want you to — ”

  “Why not? I can do it.”

  His frown deepened, along with his faraway look. “This could end very badly.”

  “It won’t end badly. Besides, I want to do it, to thank you for what you did for me today, and for keeping my secret about riding the black stallion.” She smiled, confident she could do this. For him. “It will turn out well. You’ll see.”

  Chapter

  10

  Seven days after Colin le Wyse had been brought to Hagenheim Castle on a cart, half starved and half dead, he was cleaning out the castle stables and brushing down the horses.

  At least he had his strength back.

  As he brushed down another horse, he relived the events of the day before. His heart beat at a frantic pace at just remembering how Margaretha had flown, head first, off that demon-possessed horse’s back. He thanked God that she had fallen just short of the well instead of falling against its stone — or into it, where she might have struck her head and drowned.

  Even though she sometimes chattered incessantly, treated him like a lack-witted servant, and was naive in not taking his warnings seriously enough, she had a sweet smile and kind nature. The thought of Claybrook being anywhere near her made his heart sink, especially when he imagined her spying on the man. If that criminal were to discover her, he would probably kill her. He could only hope Claybrook would never believe her capable or clever enough to spy on him.

  Not that Colin thought she wasn’t. She was intelligent. But he could easily imagine Claybrook underestimating her.

  Even so, if Claybrook caught her eavesdropping, he would kill her the way he had killed Philippa — by strangling her and throwing her body in the river.

  He never should have asked her to spy.

  If only Duke Wilhelm would return to Hagenheim, Colin would find some way to talk to him. If the duke was a good man, as everyone said he was, he would surely investigate his claims and soon discover that Claybrook was a heartless, devious, power-hungry devil.

  At least Margaretha was safe for now.

  Men’s voices drew near from the other side of the stable. As he continued to brush the large war horse, five men rounded the corner of the building. The one talking was Claybrook.

  The image of John’s mangled body and vacant, staring eyes swept over him. If he had a sword, or any weapon, he could kill Claybrook now. But that would not be the right way to bring him to justice. No. When he confronted Claybrook, he wanted it to be in front of many witnesses, after everyone already knew of his treachery and foul, black heart.

  Colin kept brushing, but he slowly moved so that the horse was between him and Claybrook.

  Claybrook was leading a brown horse by the reins. He handed him off to one of the four men who were with him.

  “. . . We have two days,” Claybrook was saying, in English. “We’ll talk more tomorrow morning. Tonight I must continue wooing Lady Margaretha.”

  Claybrook didn’t immediately leave. He looked around the stable yard. Colin kept his head down, squatting to rub the horse’s legs and hide his face behind the gelding’s flank.

  “Du.” The guard holding the reins was looking at him. Du, Colin had learned, was the German word for you.

  Colin recognized the man. He was one of the men who had attacked him and his faithful friend, John. “Du,” he said again. Then he said something in German that Colin was fairly certain meant, “Come here and take this horse.”

  Colin straightened slowly. He had no choice but to walk across the stable yard and take the horse from Clay
brook’s guard.

  He slumped his shoulders and kept his head down slightly as he walked. All the while he was thinking of what he should do if Claybrook or the guard recognized him.

  But by the time Colin reached out to take the horse’s reins, the guard wasn’t even looking at him, and Claybrook had turned and was walking away. Colin watched as the men strode out of sight.

  What was Claybrook plotting? He’d said something about two days. Was he planning to do something evil in two days?

  Colin had to find out.

  Margaretha sat in the Great Hall sharing the evening meal. Lord Claybrook sat beside her, telling her about his travels. She tried to behave normally, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what Colin had said about Lord Claybrook killing his sister’s friend, a young woman who was pregnant with his child. While Claybrook told her about the weather, things they had seen and people they had met, she turned and looked into his eyes. Was it her imagination, or did he look cold and devious?

  Colin had been willing to risk his life for her. He had retrieved her bracelet from the well, and she could do this one small favor for him. She could spy on Lord Claybrook to find out if he truly did have some dastardly plan.

  Pretending to be interested in his stories was difficult, except when he mentioned her father, Duke Wilhelm. But her father had not been able to journey back to Hagenheim, as he was investigating reports of bandits attacking merchants along the north road to Hagenheim.

  After describing his uncle’s castle and holdings west of Hagenheim, Claybrook leaned closer to her. “You would look lovely presiding over the Great Hall at Keiterhafen Castle with me.”

  Margaretha raised her eyebrows, trying to look innocent and interested. “Has my father consented to our betrothal?”

  A smile crept over his face. “No, but I think he will. If you wish it, that is.”

  She couldn’t argue with that. If she wished to marry Lord Claybrook, her father would consent. And now she shivered at how close she had come to marrying this man. She had been thinking that she could stay near her family, and that Lord Claybrook had seemed like a kind person. If Colin had not warned her, would she have become his wife?